My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese It's lit by lots of glow-worms if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, the people wooden dolls. The roads are made of treacle things, it's time that I moved on.
Chorus: My home is half a walnut shell, the journey will be long So I filled the whole with peppermints and creamy pink blanc-mange. I sailed away for fifteen days, it never once got dark And came upon two large houses set out in a park.
Verse: On the door of one was truth, on the other door was lies. Which one should I enter thru? I really must decide The door of lies had lots of flowers growing round outside But looking close I noticed it was crumbling inside
Verse: The door of truth was very plain, but stood up very strong, And when I entered thru it's door I knew I wasn't wrong.
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